A "Yellow Submarine" without the Beatles

Day two of the holiday has Bunty swimming in the pool and exercising in the superbly appointed gymnasium, sauna and Jacuzzi.

I on the other hand have taken to the "Oggin" again. This time on a trip ostensibly in a yellow submarine called the Neptune with the task of surveying the reef slightly outside the Aqaba city heading towards Saudi Arabia.

Strictly speaking it is not a submarine. Rathermore, the punters going down into the bowels of the boat to view out of glass windows and the door into the bowels is to all intents and purposes like a water-tight fixture. If this is ever taken by any of the readers, then do go on the earliest possible sailing as when the sun gets up (and it is very bright) then the view becomes less clear.

Nonetheless, it is enjoyable and for someone such as myself with the buoyancy of a boulder it is an ideal way to see what the snorkelling fraternity see. The sunken tank, Hercules aircraft and ship are all covered in crustaceans and put my in the mood for langoustines and prawns on my return to Aqaba.

Bunty and I head up town for the seafood treat although she has taken to this Arabic cuisine with a fervour which I foresee will become "de rigeur" in Inverness!  C'est la vie;

to be continued;